a rock and his lover wait
he sleeps while she regrows
both of the earth
both waiting to be what was
Blue jays keep vigil

night sneaks in so fast
snow falling into water
solstice approaching

sunlight glowing white
I see them in the tree tops
eagles still remain

phone zombies abide
staring at little screens
swiping their fingers
one by one, they go

you see me, I smile
fighting gravity daily
twisted branches reach

I hear the spirits creeping
    I fear the other side
I feel their wings speaking
    I worry about my bride
I wonder what they mean
    I only hear whats seen

reading others words
Ginsberg uses to many
but I like his poems

I close my eyes
   I see thistle
surrounded by clouds
   the thistle, it waves

soft shuffle of leaves
witch marks on the radio
must me hallows eve

waiting for children
I listen to the gnashing
of  my radio